I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.

I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.

When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.

I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes from me is dazzled. He breathes it in with a gasp.

Do you want this to be a love story?

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.